Unexpectedly early off work today.
Nanami Kento, a Grade 1 sorcerer, hated work.
Not only did Gojo Satoru not receive any emergency missions today, but Nanami also spent almost the entire day slacking off.
Although he didn't know what was happening, he wasn't overly concerned. After all, he was just a minor Grade 1 sorcerer; if the sky fell, taller people would bear the brunt.
After returning to the Jujutsu world, the concept of "going off work" no longer truly existed. For sorcerers, a call-on-demand mission system, with 24/7 readiness, was the norm.
Nanami still retained some minor habits from his salaryman days, such as wearing a business suit and strictly separating mission time from rest time.
He truly wished every day could be like today, without any work—not because he didn't want to work, but because if there were no Cursed Spirits, no one would die because of them.
"Beep beep beep—"
As if sensing his thoughts, the phone suddenly rang, breaking the day's record of no missions.
"Moshi moshi," Nanami answered, his face displeased, but his tone unchanged.
Mature adults could control their emotions, generally not showing their emotional fluctuations, unless they truly couldn't help it...
"What do you mean, Jujutsu world intelligence has been made public, and now the whole world knows about sorcerers?!"
Nanami slammed his hand on the table. He couldn't remain calm anymore.
He immediately turned on the TV, which had been collecting dust for a long time. No channel switching was needed; all channels were uniformly broadcasting a live feed.
A smiling face with squinted eyes, exuding extreme amiability, appeared on the TV.
However, for sorcerers, this face was a little too familiar.
"This guy is..."
...
...
"Geto Suguru?!"
The same image was displayed on screens all over the streets. The person appearing in the live broadcast—Gojo Satoru would never mistake that face in his entire life!
"I clearly, with my own hands..."
Gojo Satoru subconsciously recalled the past; he was certain that Geto Suguru was dead, and he had killed him personally.
Thinking back to the day's events, he was certain someone was hunting Cursed Spirits. If it truly was Geto Suguru, everything could be explained.
His Cursed Technique, Cursed Spirit Manipulation, provided a perfect reason for him to hunt a large number of Cursed Spirits.
At exactly seven o'clock Tokyo time, all signal-receiving displays worldwide were forced to broadcast the same image. Simultaneously, various alarms blared, waking up sleeping citizens in different time zones.
"Good evening, or good morning... it doesn't matter. Hello, people of the world."
Geto Suguru sat on a sofa. A closer look revealed it was the White House. Around him were the US President and leaders from various countries who couldn't be there in person but appeared via video conference.
Just this single scene made everyone realize that something major was about to happen.
Even those woken in the middle of the night instantly became alert. Was it an alien invasion, or was the world ending? And who was this stranger sitting in the main seat?
"I am here to reveal the truth of the world to you all, an existence known as the Jujutsu world..."
Kenjaku's thousand-year lifespan made him intimately familiar with the Jujutsu world; almost no secret could be hidden from him.
As if chatting casually, Kenjaku explained the entire history of the Jujutsu world, the cruel, dark truth hidden behind the world.
Ordinary people couldn't see Cursed Spirits and couldn't prove their existence. Such a fantastical reality would normally be hard for them to accept.
However, the alarms blaring almost worldwide, the high-ranking officials from various countries within the White House, and the global live broadcast all served to prove the authenticity of these events.
"To prevent ordinary people from being killed by Cursed Spirits, our Celestial Organization has developed a power that everyone can cultivate—Chakra."
"A method for cultivating Chakra is now available on all information-receiving devices. Whether to protect others or yourselves, you all need stronger power."
"Of course, most importantly, in two days, a massive disaster will sweep across the globe. Those who fail to successfully refine Chakra are very likely to die."
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at their phones; a text message containing Chakra cultivation methods had been sent to everyone's mobile device.
Could it be the end of the world, that so many countries were acting together?
What seemed utterly absurd, combined with everything that had happened today, paradoxically made most of the public accept it.
Everyone believed that only in the event of the end of the world would countries friendly assist each other.
"If you don't want to die, then find a way to cultivate Chakra. Governments worldwide will provide assistance. I hope everyone can safely survive."
After saying this, he left immediately. In just over ten minutes, 'Geto Suguru' shattered everyone's worldview, leaving the subsequent matters for each country to handle themselves.
His objective was singular: to spread the power of Chakra across the world. As for anything else, he didn't care.
What impact would the exposure of the Jujutsu world have on ordinary people? There was no need to even consider such a thing!
Just thinking about the expressions of the suddenly exposed sorcerers made him want to burst out laughing.
Two days would be enough for most ordinary people to refine Chakra. The strength didn't matter; as long as they had Chakra within them, it was enough.
He believed most people were 'smart.' As for those who were overly suspicious and unwilling to cultivate... they could discuss it with his Idle Transfiguration.
Kenjaku smiled from the bottom of his heart, increasingly anticipating the Culling Game. He then walked out of the White House.
At the entrance of this building, the pinnacle of power, Gojo Satoru had been waiting for a long time.
The higher-ups of the Jujutsu world were practically frantic because of this incident, repeatedly urging Gojo Satoru to act and kill the perpetrator before they exposed the Jujutsu world.
But Gojo Satoru had not acted. If he were to burst in directly, all the high-ranking officials from various countries in the White House would, if necessary, become the enemy's hostages.
He didn't kill the Jujutsu world higher-ups because he feared chaos if no one took over. The people in the White House were far more important than those old geezers; this could cause worldwide chaos.
Kenjaku had long since sensed Gojo Satoru's presence. For someone with instantaneous movement, ten minutes was enough to arrive, but Kenjaku had no intention of escaping.
Gojo Satoru's strength was no longer keeping up with the times; power from other worlds was now the mainstream.
Within the Celestial Organization, Gojo Satoru couldn't defeat anyone except Kenjaku himself.
He didn't deny Gojo Satoru was a genius; if the latter also began cultivating Chakra, the outcome might be different.
Unfortunately, talent didn't equate to his current strength. Behind Kenjaku, two figures wearing black robes with red clouds quietly appeared.
"Long time no see, Gojo Satoru."
Kenjaku greeted him using Geto Suguru's identity, a deep sense of twisted amusement hidden in his eyes.
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